She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug. Lauren Oliver More Quotes by Lauren Oliver More Quotes From Lauren Oliver I love you. They can't take it away. Lauren Oliver love-you When I’m running, there’s always this split second when the pain is ripping through me and I can hardly breathe and all I see is color and blur—and in that split second, right as the pain crests, and becomes too much, and there’s a whiteness going through me, I see something to my left, a flicker of color […]—and I know then, too, that if I only turn my head he’ll be there, laughing, watching me, and holding out his arms. I don’t ever turn my head to look, of course. But one day I will. One day I will, and he’ll be back, and everything will be okay. And until then: I run. Lauren Oliver pain color running Live free or die. Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under my fingertips. Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth. Lauren Oliver stories letters bumps It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red means run. Lauren Oliver struggle running mean It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast. Lauren Oliver old-life divides distance And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles and secrets; their words are like a fairy-tale tangle of thorns, which place a wall between us. Lauren Oliver alex wall secret Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive. Lauren Oliver care alive different What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths. Lauren Oliver gold life promise Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees. Live free or die Lauren Oliver live-free knees dies Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small. Lauren Oliver movement earth Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different. Lauren Oliver different moments looks Sometimes I feel like she deserves a best friend who is just a little more special. Lauren Oliver special littles sometimes But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing. For now, there is only a homestead built of trash and scraps, at the edge of a broken city, just beyond a towering city dump; and our arrival-hungry, and half-frozen, to a place of food and water and walls that keep out the brutal winds. This, for us, is heaven. Lauren Oliver wall mean past Mistake, mistake, mistake. A strange word: stinging, somehow. Lauren Oliver strange mistake I didn't even know a heart could beat so loudly...it reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe story we had to read in one of our...classes...it's supposed to be a story about guilt and the dangers of civil disobedience, but when I first read it I thought it seemed kind of lame and melodramatic. Now I get it, though. Poe must have snuck out a lot when he was young. Lauren Oliver guilt heart class The walls are covered -crammed- with writing. No. Not writing. They are covered with a single four-letter word that has been inscribed over and over, on every available surface. Love. Lauren Oliver wall four writing Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of bodies. Lauren Oliver crowds body doors I'm gone, lost, floating away into nothingness like I am in my dream, but this time it's a good feeling - like soaring, like being totally free, and I can feel the impression of his fingers everywhere that they touch, and I think of stars streaking through the sky and leaving burning trails behind them, and in that moment - however long it lasts, seconds, minutes, days - while he's saying my name into my mouth and I'm breathing into him, I realize this, right here, is the first and only time I've ever been kissed in my life. Lauren Oliver stars dream thinking This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors. Lauren Oliver warrior people world Droplets, droplets: we are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path. Lauren Oliver hovering waiting people
